{"id":74545,"date":"2024-03-25T10:00:21","date_gmt":"2024-03-25T10:00:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/?p=74545"},"modified":"2024-03-25T10:01:16","modified_gmt":"2024-03-25T10:01:16","slug":"peshkatari-dhe-gruaja-e-tij","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/2024\/03\/25\/peshkatari-dhe-gruaja-e-tij\/","title":{"rendered":"Peshkatari dhe gruaja e tij"},"content":{"rendered":"

V\u00ebllez\u00ebrit Grim\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

P\u00ebrktheu<\/strong>
\nAgim Xh. Deshnica\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Na ishte nj\u00eb peshktar me gruan e tij. Ata jetonin diku pran\u00eb detit n\u00eb nj\u00eb kolibe t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr e t\u00eb lyrosur. \u00c7do dit\u00eb peshkatari dilte n\u00eb breg dhe hidhte grepin n\u00eb uj\u00eb. Me at\u00eb pun\u00eb ai ishte marr\u00eb vite me radh\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Nj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes po rrinte e po v\u00ebshtronte val\u00ebt e qeta vaj. Befas filli i grepit u tendos dhe po zhytej me shpejt\u00ebsi n\u00eb uj\u00eb. Peshkatari u ngrit n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb, e t\u00ebrhoqi mbrapsht dhe vuri re se n\u00eb grem\u00e7at e grepit, kishte ngecur nj\u00eb peshk i madh, i panjohur n\u00eb ato uj\u00ebra. Peshku duke u p\u00ebrp\u00eblitur, p\u00ebr \u00e7udi foli me z\u00eb njeriu:<\/p>\n

– T\u00eb lutem, o njeri i mir\u00eb, lerm\u00eb t\u00eb jetoj! N\u00eb t\u00eb v\u00ebrtet\u00eb nuk jam peshk. Dikur kam qen\u00eb princ, por nj\u00eb shtrig\u00eb mizore me magjit\u00eb e saj m\u00eb ktheu n\u00eb llojin q\u00eb sheh. T\u00eb lutem, m\u00eb l\u00ebsho n\u00eb det, me shpres\u00eb q\u00eb nj\u00eb dit\u00eb t\u00eb kthehem te njer\u00ebzit e mi!<\/p>\n

– Jo, mos m\u2019u lut! – i tha peshktari. – Nj\u00eb peshk q\u00eb flet, do ta liroj q\u00eb tani! – Dhe ashtu b\u00ebri. E l\u00ebshoi sakaq n\u00eb uj\u00eb.\u00a0 Princi – peshk brofi mbi val\u00eb e u largua, duke l\u00ebn\u00eb prapa nj\u00eb vij\u00ebz t\u00eb kuqe gjaku.<\/p>\n

Nd\u00ebrkoh\u00eb, njeriu i mir\u00eb peshkatar mori udh\u00ebn p\u00ebr n\u00eb koliben e tij. Sapo hyri, i kallzoi gruas p\u00ebr princin – peshk. Se si e kishte kapur me grep dhe e pask\u00ebsh l\u00ebshuar n\u00eb det, meq\u00eb ai i qe lutur ta linte t\u00eb lir\u00eb. M\u00eb pas shtoi se princi qenk\u00ebsh shnd\u00ebrruar n\u00eb peshk nga magjistricat.<\/p>\n

– Princ, the? E ti s\u2019i k\u00ebrkove asgj\u00eb? – i b\u00ebrtiti gruaja.<\/p>\n

– Jo, e \u00e7far\u00eb t\u2019i k\u00ebrkoja!?<\/p>\n

– Ah, more burr\u00eb! \u00c7\u2019na b\u00ebre! Pse n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb kolibe si stall\u00eb derrash do t\u00eb jetojm\u00eb ne gjithmon\u00eb? Ik, nisu, q\u00eb tani dhe k\u00ebrkoi t\u00eb pakt\u00ebn nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, por t\u00eb re!<\/p>\n

I shoqi,\u00a0 deshi – s\u2019deshi, i z\u00ebn\u00eb ngusht\u00eb nga e shoqja, u nis p\u00ebr n\u00eb breg. Deti ishte i qet\u00eb, i verdh\u00eb n\u00eb jeshil. Eci bregut pran\u00eb val\u00ebve, ndaloi dhe thirri:<\/p>\n

– O princ! O princ! Dil\u00a0 e d\u00ebgjom\u00eb pak, t\u00eb marrsha t\u00eb keqen!<\/p>\n

E nuk vonoi e princi – peshk u duk mbi uj\u00eb e, duke notuar, iu qas\u00a0 bregut\u00a0 dhe pyeti:<\/p>\n

– \u00c7\u2018t\u00eb ka ndodhur, o njeri i mir\u00eb?<\/p>\n

– Kjo kok\u00eb e ka fajin! Vajta e ia tregova gruas t\u00eb gjitha fije e p\u00ebr pe se \u00e7\u2019m\u00eb ndodhi me ty! – iu p\u00ebrgjigj ai. – Sapo\u00a0 mori\u00a0 vesh\u00a0 q\u00eb\u00a0 kisha z\u00ebn\u00eb\u00a0 nj\u00eb princ – peshk dhe m\u00eb pas e lirova, nisi nga grindjet, nga ankesat e k\u00ebrkesat. Nuk e durova dot, ndaj erdha k\u00ebtu.<\/p>\n

– Mir\u00eb, mir\u00eb, por m\u00eb thuaj \u00e7\u2019k\u00ebrkon nga ti ajo?<\/p>\n

– \u00cbsht\u00eb m\u00ebrzitur se rrojm\u00eb te nj\u00eb kolibe e vjet\u00ebr.\u00a0 M\u00eb shtyn t\u00eb t\u00eb them se dua nga ti nj\u00eb sht\u00ebpi t\u00eb vog\u00ebl, por\u00a0 t\u00eb\u00a0 re.<\/p>\n

– Vet\u00ebm kaq!? At\u00ebher\u00eb, shko, o njeri i mir\u00eb, se sht\u00ebpia e re po t\u00eb pret!<\/p>\n

Peshkatari, sa i d\u00ebgjoi ato fjal\u00eb, mezi u mbush me frym\u00eb dhe u kthye pas me nxitim. P\u00ebrpara port\u00ebs s\u00eb sht\u00ebpis\u00eb gjeti gruan, N\u00ebp\u00ebr oborrin me pus, endej rrotull kaposhi me pend\u00ebt lara-lara, duke \u00e7ukitur shpejt e shpejt kokrrat e misrit tok me pulat, zogjt\u00eb, rosat e bibat. Kurse n\u00eb kopshtin me gardh gjelb\u00ebronin plot pem\u00eb e perime.<\/p>\n

– Shko brenda! – i tha gruaja.<\/p>\n

Burri hyri i g\u00ebzuar, pa vatr\u00ebn n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e zjarrit e pak m\u00eb tej –\u00a0 dhom\u00ebn e pritjes e at\u00eb t\u00eb gjumit.<\/p>\n

– Ah! – thirri. – Tani e tutje do ta kemi jet\u00ebn ton\u00eb t\u00eb lumtur!<\/p>\n

– Qysh jo! – ia priti gruaja. Por, sidoqoft\u00eb, me t\u00eb par\u00eb e me t\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Pa kaluar as dy jav\u00eb, ajo i tha burrit:<\/p>\n

– D\u00ebgjo mua! Kjo sht\u00ebpi, q\u00eb thua ti, po m\u00eb duket shum\u00eb e ngusht\u00eb.\u00a0\u00a0 Edhe oborri po ashtu. Edhe kopshti. Un\u00eb dua t\u00eb jetoj\u00eb si zonj\u00eb e madhe n\u00eb pallat, brenda k\u00ebshtjell\u00ebs. Shko dhe thuaja princit – peshk t\u00eb gjitha llafet e mia!<\/p>\n

– Ah, moj grua! \u00c7\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb kjo k\u00ebshtu!? – ia ktheu burri. – S\u2019jan\u00eb mbushur as dy jav\u00eb nga dita, kur u b\u00ebm\u00eb me t\u00ebr\u00eb k\u00ebto t\u00eb mira! Nuk shkoj! Nuk kthehem te princi sikur ta di se m\u00eb bie pika!<\/p>\n

– Do t\u00eb shkosh q\u00eb \u00e7\u2019ke me t\u00eb!\u00a0 Ik, mos humb koh\u00ebn kot, por shko e fol me t\u00eb!<\/p>\n

At\u00ebher\u00eb peshkatari doli nga sht\u00ebpia i tronditur dhe shkoi n\u00eb breg.<\/p>\n

Deti kishte ndryshuar pamjen, pati marr\u00eb nj\u00eb ngjyr\u00eb hiri n\u00eb bruz, nd\u00ebrsa valet venin e vinin t\u00eb qeta. Eh, \u00e7\u2019e kishte gjetur me gruan t\u00eb gjorin peshkatar! Mori frym\u00eb thell\u00eb ai dhe thirri:<\/p>\n

– O princ! O princ! Dil e m\u00eb d\u00ebgjo, t\u2019u b\u00ebfsha kurban!<\/p>\n

Princi – peshk u duk sakaq mbi val\u00eb e i tha:<\/p>\n

– H\u00eb, o njeri i mire! Si i ke pun\u00ebt me gruan?<\/p>\n

– Mos pyet, aman! Keq e mos m\u00eb keq i kam! Tani ajo sheh \u00ebndrra me syt\u00eb hapur. K\u00ebrkon gj\u00ebra t\u00eb \u00e7uditshme, marr\u00ebzira!<\/p>\n

– Thuaj, pra, \u00e7far\u00eb do k\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb?<\/p>\n

– I ka shkrepur t\u00eb jetoj\u00eb si zonj\u00eb e madhe, n\u00eb pallat brenda k\u00ebshtjell\u00ebs!<\/p>\n

– T\u00eb mora vesh. Kthehu tani, o njeri i mir\u00eb, se zonja po t\u00eb pret te pallati n\u00eb k\u00ebshtjell\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Peshkatari shqeu syt\u00eb, u kthye e u nis p\u00ebr n\u00eb sht\u00ebpi. Po \u00e7\u2019t\u00eb shihte! Gruaja e vet po rrinte te nj\u00eb pallat i madh!<\/p>\n

– Shiko, o burri im i dashur, – i tha ajo, – sa bukur \u00ebsht\u00eb k\u00ebtu!<\/p>\n

Ai u hutua e i buz\u00ebqeshi. Ajo iu afrua, e zuri p\u00ebr krahu, ec\u00ebn t\u00eb dy dhe kaluan pragun e port\u00ebs s\u00eb pallatit. Sh\u00ebrb\u00ebtoret e veshura n\u00eb t\u00eb bardha po punonin atje n\u00eb heshtje. Past\u00ebrti e shk\u00eblqim dukej kudo n\u00ebp\u00ebr dhomat me karrige e tryeza t\u00eb praruara. Prapa k\u00ebshtjell\u00ebs bleronin kopshti e, sidomos, parku q\u00eb shtrihej thuajse gjysm\u00eb milje larg me kapronj, ketra e lepuj. Po atje shihej edhe stalla e kuajve.<\/p>\n

– Ah, – i tha peshkatari gruas i lumtur, – n\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb pallat kaq t\u00eb bukur me t\u00ebr\u00eb k\u00ebto t\u00eb mira do t\u00eb k\u00ebnaqemi, apo jo?<\/p>\n

– T\u00eb shohim, – iu p\u00ebrgjigj gruaja, – po eja tani t\u00eb ikim, se m\u00eb flihet!<\/p>\n

E k\u00ebshtu, ec\u00ebn m\u00eb tej. dal\u00ebngadal\u00eb p\u00ebr n\u00eb dhom\u00ebn e gjumit.<\/p>\n

T\u00eb nes\u00ebrmen, pa zbardhur mir\u00eb dita, ajo firaune grua, u ngrit e i ra burrit me b\u00ebrryl n\u00eb brinj\u00eb:<\/p>\n

– \u00c7ohu, or burr\u00eb, – i thirri, – se tani ti duhet t\u00eb b\u00ebhesh mbret e un\u00eb mbret\u00ebrsh\u00eb!<\/p>\n

– Mos t\u00eb lan\u00eb gj\u00eb trut\u00eb, moj grua!? \u00c7\u2019flet k\u00ebshtu! \u00c7\u2019na duhet ne mbret\u00ebria? Nuk dua t\u00eb jem mbret!<\/p>\n

– Mir\u00eb, at\u00ebher\u00eb. Dua un\u00eb t\u00eb b\u00ebhem mbret\u00ebresh\u00eb!<\/p>\n

– O po, a je n\u00eb vete!? \u00c7\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb kjo marr\u00ebzi q\u00eb t\u00eb ra n\u00eb kok\u00eb qysh n\u00eb pik\u00eb t\u00eb sabahut!? A e di se princi – peshk mund t\u00eb zem\u00ebrohet me mua nga ky idiotizmi yt?<\/p>\n

– Hajt, hajt, mjaft fole! Ik, shko e ia thuaj, d\u00ebgjon? Un\u00eb patjet\u00ebr dua t\u00eb b\u00ebhem mbret\u00ebresh\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Peshkatari nuk foli m\u00eb, doli e pas ca, mb\u00ebrriti n\u00eb breg. Deti ishte turbulluar, kishte marr\u00eb nj\u00eb ngjyr\u00eb plumbi n\u00eb t\u00eb zi. N\u00eb sip\u00ebrfaqe vlonin uj\u00ebrat e thell\u00ebsive. Ai ndaloi dhe thirri:<\/p>\n

– O princ! O pinc!<\/p>\n

P\u00ebrmes zhaurim\u00ebs s\u00eb dallg\u00ebve u d\u00ebgjua z\u00ebri i njohur i princit:<\/p>\n

– H\u00eb, o njeri i mir\u00eb!\u00a0 Fol, pse m\u00eb thirre prap\u00eb?<\/p>\n

– Ime shoqe, o shpirt, ka shkalluar! Flet e flet, grindet me mua e \u00e7\u2019nuk m\u00eb thot\u00eb! K\u00ebrkon di\u00e7ka q\u00eb s\u2019e merr maja e kalemit!<\/p>\n

– M\u00eb thuaj, pra, \u00e7\u2019k\u00ebrkon k\u00ebt\u00eb her\u00eb ajo!?<\/p>\n

– \u00c7\u2019t\u00eb t\u00eb them i mjeri un\u00eb! Do fronin e mbret\u00ebresh\u00ebs!<\/p>\n

– Eh, po kjo s\u2019\u00ebsht\u00eb kushedi \u00e7far\u00eb! Shko, o njeri i mir\u00eb, shko, se tashm\u00eb jot\u2019 shoqe \u00ebsht\u00eb mbret\u00ebresh\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Peshkatari nuk u besoi vesh\u00ebve. Megjithat\u00eb, u nis p\u00ebr tek e shoqja. Kur arriti te k\u00ebshtjella, pa i habitur se brenda n\u00eb pallat ishin nj\u00eb rresht i gjat\u00eb ushtar\u00ebsh me trumbeta e borije. Gruaja mbret\u00ebresh\u00eb rrinte ulur lart n\u00eb fronin e praruar. N\u00eb krye mbante kuror\u00ebn e art\u00eb mbret\u00ebrore. P\u00ebrbri saj rrinin n\u00eb radh\u00eb gjasht\u00eb dama. Rreth e rrotull v\u00ebrehej nj\u00eb pamje feste plot ngjyra.<\/p>\n

Pasi e soditi goj\u00ebhapur t\u00ebr\u00eb at\u00eb pamje, iu afrua bashk\u00ebshortes dhe i foli:<\/p>\n

– Ah, sa bukur qenka k\u00ebtu, moj grua! T\u2019u plot\u00ebsua edhe kjo d\u00ebshir\u00eb, h\u00eb? Tani je b\u00ebr\u00eb mbret\u00ebresh\u00eb! \u00c7udi e madhe!<\/p>\n

– \u00c7\u2019thua, burri im! –\u00a0 ia ktheu ajo buz\u00ebvarur. – M\u00eb m\u00ebrzitkan t\u00ebr\u00eb k\u00ebto! S\u2019duroj dot, kur m\u00eb thon\u00eb mbret\u00ebrsh\u00eb! Dua t\u00eb b\u00ebhem imperatore!<\/p>\n

– Prap\u00eb qenke e pangopur!? Prap\u00eb nuk qenke e k\u00ebnaqur!? A e merr vesh ti \u00e7\u2019do t\u00eb thot\u00eb imperator? A nuk e di se princi s\u2019e ka n\u00eb dor\u00eb t\u00eb caktoj\u00eb imperator\u00ebt!?<\/p>\n

E shoqja u vrenjt e i b\u00ebrtiti:<\/p>\n

– Mjaft me t\u00eb tilla! Mos u merr me fjal\u00eb t\u00eb kota! Je p\u00ebrpara mbret\u00ebresh\u00ebs, kupton? Nisu tani dhe fol menj\u00ebher\u00eb me peshkun – princ!\u00a0 Dua t\u00eb jem imperatore, t\u00eb thash\u00eb! Nisu, de! Hajt!<\/p>\n

Burri uli kok\u00ebn dhe u nis. Duke ecur udh\u00ebs, i heshtur e i m\u00ebrzitur, mendohej: “Nuk b\u00ebn, jo, gruaja ime, nuk b\u00ebn aspak p\u00ebr imperatore!\u00a0 Do t\u00eb tallen bota me ne! M\u00eb n\u00eb fund, edhe princi – peshk do t\u00eb lodhet nga k\u00ebto teka qesharake.\u201d E k\u00ebshtu, me k\u00ebto mendime, ai doli n\u00eb breg. Deti nxinte, era frynte me furi, ngrinte e shtynte dallg\u00ebt tutje – t\u00ebhu. Peshkatari, edhe pse \u00e7apitej me zor kund\u00ebr er\u00ebs, thirri:<\/p>\n

– O Princ! O Princ!<\/p>\n

Peshku i magjepsur \u00e7au p\u00ebrmes dallg\u00ebve e iu afrua.<\/p>\n

– H\u00eb, o njeri i mir\u00eb, pse erdhe prap\u00eb?<\/p>\n

– Ah, princ, princ! Shoqja ime, si p\u00ebrher\u00eb, flet e flet dhe k\u00ebmb\u00ebngul si mushka! Tani k\u00ebrkon t\u00eb b\u00ebhet imperatore!<\/p>\n

– E po, mir\u00eb e paska! Shko, o njeri i mir\u00eb, se ajo n\u00eb k\u00ebto \u00e7aste imperatore \u00ebsht\u00eb b\u00ebr\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Prap\u00eb peshkatari u largua goj\u00ebky\u00e7ur e, sapo mb\u00ebrriti tek donte, pa se gruaja po rrinte ulur tek froni i lart\u00eb, i t\u00ebri prej floriri. Mbi krye mbante kuror\u00ebn e madhe prej ari t\u00eb imperatores. P\u00ebrbri saj rrinin alabardier\u00ebt, nj\u00ebri m\u00eb i vog\u00ebl se tjetri, vigan\u00ebt e xhuxh\u00ebt. P\u00ebrball\u00eb n\u00ebp\u00ebr kolltuk\u00eb kadife, qen\u00eb ulur mbret\u00ebr, princ\u00eb e kont\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Burri, kaloi para tyre, iu afrua gruas e i tha:<\/p>\n

– A je imperatore tani?<\/p>\n

– Po, \u00e7\u2019kujton ti se nuk jam!? – ia ktheu ajo r\u00ebnd\u00eb – r\u00ebnd\u00eb.<\/p>\n

Ai e soditi i mahnitur.<\/p>\n

– Ah, moj grua, – m\u00ebrm\u00ebriti, – sa bukur e sa madh\u00ebshtore dukesh!<\/p>\n

– Ashtu, ashtu, por tashti dua t\u00eb jem Pap\u00eb!<\/p>\n

– Je n\u00eb vete?! Si \u00ebsht\u00eb e mundur kjo, kur kristianizmi e ka pap\u00ebn. Dy s\u2019ka patur kurr\u00eb!<\/p>\n

– Ik, or burr\u00eb, shko e i thuaj peshkut – princ, se qysh sot\u00a0 dua t\u00eb jem pap\u00eb! D\u00ebgjove, apo je shurdhuar? – Jo, moj gruaja ime, princi nuk ka forc\u00eb ta b\u00ebj\u00eb k\u00ebt\u00eb!<\/p>\n

– Flet bro\u00e7kulla ti! Ik shpejt, d\u00ebgjon, dhe mos u merr me fjal\u00eb boshe!<\/p>\n

Burrri i gjor\u00eb iku. Udh\u00ebs u p\u00ebrball me er\u00ebn e fuqishme, q\u00eb frynte pa pushim. Ai mezi mbahej n\u00eb k\u00ebmb\u00eb. Gjunj\u00ebt i dridheshin, ndaj l\u00ebkundej, sa djathtas –\u00a0 majtas. Kur arriti n\u00eb breg t\u00eb detit, era p\u00ebrplasej furish\u00ebm n\u00eb velat e anijeve, q\u00eb k\u00ebrcenin mbi dallg\u00eb. E, megjithat\u00eb, qielli ishte ende pak i kalt\u00ebr n\u00eb qend\u00ebr, nd\u00ebrsa nga skajet \u00e7ohej nj\u00eb ngjyr\u00eb e zez\u00eb, si\u00e7 ndodh para shtr\u00ebngat\u00ebs n\u00eb det.<\/p>\n

At\u00ebher\u00eb peshkatari i tronditur u ndal e thirri:<\/p>\n

– O pric! O princ! Eja e d\u00ebgjo, t\u00eb lutem, se tekat e gruas sime t\u00eb \u00e7mendur s\u2019paskan t\u00eb mbarruar!<\/p>\n

– \u00c7\u2019k\u00ebrkon tjet\u00ebr ajo, o njeri i mir\u00eb? – e pyeti princi – peshk<\/em>, me t\u00eb nxjerr\u00eb kok\u00ebn nga uji.<\/p>\n

– Ah, un\u00eb i ziu, o princ! Shtriga, gruaja ime e krisur, k\u00ebrkon t\u00eb jet\u00eb pap\u00eb!<\/p>\n

– E po, o njeri i mir\u00eb, mos u m\u00ebrzit! Pun\u00eb p\u00ebr t\u00eb se \u00e7\u2019do! Shko tek nga erdhe, se tani ajo pap\u00eb \u00ebsht\u00eb!<\/p>\n

Peshkatarit i erdhi koka v\u00ebrdall\u00eb. Deshi – s\u2019deshi, u kthye pas. Sapo mb\u00ebrriti, nuk u besoi syve, kur e pa gruan t\u00eb ulur n\u00eb fronin e lart\u00eb t\u00eb pap\u00ebs me tri kurora t\u00eb m\u00ebdha n\u00eb krye, t\u00eb rrethuar nga shum\u00eb kardinal\u00eb. P\u00ebrbri saj ndrinin dy vargje me qirinj nga m\u00eb i gjati te m\u00eb i vogli.<\/p>\n

– Grua, – i tha ai, duke e v\u00ebshtruar drejt n\u00eb sy, – a je pap\u00eb v\u00ebrtet tashti?<\/p>\n

– \u00c7\u2019 pyet, mos nuk shikon mir\u00eb nga syt\u00eb!? – iu p\u00ebrgjigj ajo.<\/p>\n

– Ah, sa bukur! Por, nuk m\u00eb thua, m\u00eb n\u00eb fund, a je e k\u00ebnaqur?!<\/p>\n

– T\u00eb shohim! T\u00eb kaloj pak koh\u00eb, pa t\u00eb p\u00ebrgjigjem!<\/p>\n

N\u00eb dark\u00eb von\u00eb ata vajt\u00ebn t\u00eb flinin. Por, lakmia e eg\u00ebr p\u00ebr lavdi e la gruan pa gjum\u00eb. Gjith\u00eb nat\u00ebn ajo vrau mendjen se \u00e7\u2019mund t\u00eb b\u00ebnte me tej. Kur p\u00ebrmes dritares pa diellin tek ngrihej lart, mendoi:<\/p>\n

\u201cPse, a s\u2018jam e zonja edhe un\u00eb ta ngre diellin \u00e7do m\u00ebngjes n\u00eb qiell?\u201d<\/p>\n

Dhe n\u00eb kulmin e zem\u00ebrimit e goditi burrin me b\u00ebrryl n\u00eb brinj\u00eb dhe i b\u00ebrtiti n\u00eb vesh:<\/p>\n

– \u00c7ohu dhe shko shpejt te peshku – princ dhe thuaji se dua t\u00eb jem si Zoti i Madh!<\/p>\n

Burri ende p\u00ebrgjumsh\u00ebm e i trembur, sa e d\u00ebgjoi, ra nga shtrati. Kur u p\u00ebrmend, thirri:<\/p>\n

– Moj grua, u \u00e7m\u00ebnde!? G\u00ebzohu q\u00eb u b\u00ebre pap\u00eb dhe pik\u00eb!<\/p>\n

– Jo! – L\u00ebshoi nj\u00eb klithm\u00eb ajo, i kapi k\u00ebmish\u00ebn, ia shqepi dhe ia grisi. – Nuk jam e qet\u00eb! – tha. – Nuk e sheh se s\u2019po duroj dot, kur shoh diellin e h\u00ebn\u00ebn. Edhe un\u00eb jam e zonja t\u2019i l\u00ebviz lart e posht\u00eb ata! Shko te peshku – princ! Dua t\u00eb jem si Zoti i Madh i thuaj!<\/p>\n

– Gruaja ime e dashur, – i foli ai me z\u00eb t\u00eb but\u00eb, – princi – peshk mundi t\u00eb caktonte edhe imperatorin e pap\u00ebn, nd\u00ebrsa k\u00ebt\u00eb k\u00ebrkes\u00eb t\u00eb frikshme s\u2019ta plot\u00ebson dot!<\/p>\n

Ajo i hodhi nj\u00eb v\u00ebshtrim t\u00eb tmerrsh\u00ebm dhe e goditi me grusht n\u00eb kok\u00eb.<\/p>\n

– Dua t\u00eb jem si Zoti i Madh! – ul\u00ebriu. – Shko shpejt te peshku – princ!<\/p>\n

Burri i tmerruar u nis duke qar\u00eb p\u00ebr n\u00eb breg. Tufani me shi – rrebesh nga deti, u ishte sulur fushave me furi, duke thyer, rr\u00ebzuar e shkat\u00ebrruar \u00e7\u2019gjente p\u00ebrpara: bim\u00ebt, pem\u00ebt, drur\u00ebt e gardhet. N\u00eb qiellin sterr\u00eb e mbi dallg\u00ebt e zeza e t\u00eb shkum\u00ebzuara, t\u00eb ngritura mal, shkreptinin vet\u00ebtima t\u00eb zjarrta e m\u00eb pas bu\u00e7isnin bubullimat me jehona deri larg.<\/p>\n

I lagur gjer n\u00eb palc\u00eb, ai arriti i tronditur e, n\u00eb kulm t\u00eb d\u00ebshp\u00ebrimit, thirri me z\u00eb t\u00eb ngjirur:<\/p>\n

– O princ! O princ! Gruaja ime u \u00e7mend, k\u00ebrkon, t\u00eb pamundur\u00ebn, flet p\u00ebr\u00e7art. s\u2019di se\u00e7 thot\u00eb! Oh, tmerr!<\/p>\n

– Qet\u00ebsohu, o njeri i mir\u00eb dhe thuam\u00eb \u00e7\u2019do tani ajo?<\/p>\n

– Tmerr, o princ! K\u00ebrkon t\u00eb jet\u00eb si Zoti i Madh!<\/p>\n

– Ik, pra! Dhe jepi prej meje porosin\u00eb q\u00eb t\u00eb kthehet tek ishte n\u00eb fillim, se tani do ta gjej\u00eb koliben e lyrosur! – thirri prince – peshk dhe u zhyt menj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb det.<\/p>\n

Thon\u00eb se gruaja me peshkatarin jetojn\u00eb ende tek jetonin s\u00eb pari.<\/p>\n

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V\u00ebllez\u00ebrit Grim\u00a0 \u00a0\u00a0 P\u00ebrktheu Agim Xh. Deshnica\u00a0 Na ishte nj\u00eb peshktar me gruan e tij. Ata jetonin diku pran\u00eb detit n\u00eb nj\u00eb kolibe t\u00eb vjet\u00ebr e t\u00eb lyrosur. \u00c7do dit\u00eb peshkatari dilte n\u00eb breg dhe hidhte grepin n\u00eb uj\u00eb. Me at\u00eb pun\u00eb ai ishte marr\u00eb vite me radh\u00eb. Nj\u00ebher\u00eb n\u00eb m\u00ebngjes po rrinte e po …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":74549,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[42],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-74545","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","","category-kulture"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74545","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=74545"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74545\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/74549"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=74545"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=74545"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/rdnews.al\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=74545"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}